If someone were to ask me about my favorite hero, I'd first say I couldn't decide because I write so many books and all my heroes are my favorite. But then if I forgot about my writing and thought about my life and who I looked up to, I would have to say my hero was my father.
I look back on my life, and I know I gave him a lot of anguish in my teenage years. We argued constantly because we were so much alike. Even though I know he loved me, I didn't really understand how much until after I was married. We didn't argue that much then, for which I'm glad, because I think our relationship grew stronger at that point.
So who is my father? Marvin LaCal Campbell was born on May 26, 1936 in Richfield, Utah, and he grew up in a little town called Antimony.
He helped his mother out quite a bit who had arthritis so bad she couldn't do much of anything. My father also took care of his younger sister and brother. This shaped him into the Father that did everything he could to take care of his family once he married my mom.
Soon he had three children. I was in the middle, and always getting picked on (so I'd thought). But still, Dad was always there to make us all feel special. He never spoiled one child over the other.
I remember the first time a boy broke my heart. I came home from school crying, and my dad told me not to worry, because no boy could ever love me like my dad did. He was definitely a wonderful man!
Later in life when he started getting sick - and when I was writing my story, Heart Of A Hero, I used my dad's name for my heroine's father. Even though my heroine's father does not die like my dad did, at least I could describe the helplessness and frustration I felt when I saw his life slowly slipping away.
When my book is published with my new publisher -
Walnut Springs Press - there will be this dedication to my father.
I want to dedicate this book to my very first hero— my father, Marvin Campbell—who I fashioned my heroine’s father around. I wish my father could have lived to see this book published, but I know he was proud of me nonetheless. Dad, I miss you.
Dad, if you're looking down on me from Heaven, I hope you know how much I love you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Died May 21, 2001
~Marie~